Transferral.

Well as the title suggests I'm considering transferring to a different University for my second and third years. Already emailed a few University departments to make inquiries. Liverpool, RHUL, Warwick, Leicester and Glasgow. Got a few more interesting looking Unis to email, but I think that's enough for now. It'll be weird going to an ACTUAL University, living in Halls again. Was only in them for a week or so last time, at Nottingham. Noisy, noisy experience. Oh and the fire alarms OH GOD THE FIRE ALARMS.

Essays and transferrals.

After my tutor made a frantic search for the essays, I got my mark back for the essay I wrote.. a couple of weeks ago, I think. 75/100. Rather pleased about that. Certainly better than I was expecting.

The three weeks I have off seem to stretch out before me like a near endless horizon. They'll most likely be spent asleep, or reading. Perhaps both? Sleep reading, now there's an idea. Two of my favourite activities!

Plotting a transferral of University. Unsure where, somewhere with a very good English department, and a specialisation on the Renaissance would be nice. Emailed a few places.

Bought Murakami's Kafka on the shore today. Pile of books to read over the holiday is mounting steadily. Oh god and the essays, and the revision. aaahhhhh

Late awakenings.

Got up at two pm, which severely reduced the time I have to spend on things today. Massive headache as well, which makes the essay editing I have to do even more painful than it promised to be. Thankfully there's not much to do on it, just clearing up a few sentences and then I have the tedium of adding the bibliography.

Revenger's tragedy.

Just watched about three or four minutes of a film adaptation of middleton's 1606 play. It is set, apparently, in a dystopian Liverpool. Okay, 5 minutes in and I'm not going to bother watching the rest.

I met Kilgore Trout!

No, no I did not. But it's at least different from the thousand different variants of 'today' that have so far peppered my blog titles. Anyway, less prevaricating, more actual blogging.

Today got off to a very crap start when the first lecture was cancelled, so I had about six hours to kill. Instead of looting (in a civilised manner) waterstones like I usually do, I decided to give my bank account a rest instead. Then my headphones decided to quit on me, so I ended up having to spend the outrageous sum of £21 to replace those. Fucking expensive Apple merch. Then spend the rest of the morning/afternoon 'til three reading and drinking coffee. Nearly finished Capote's In cold blood. Quite an interesting, yet simultaneously chilling book. I suppose the 'thrill' comes from the fact that it was a real family that the two guys killed - the 'plot' actually happened. Was apparently one of the first true-crime novels.

Also finally spent the gift card I got for xmas at HMV, which I'd continually forgotten to take with me into town for all the Thursdays since I returned to Uni. Nice to see my memory works.. eventually. Ended up buying the film adaptation of Safran Foer's Everything is Illuminated. I enjoyed the novel immensely, and from the trailer and reviews I've seen the film looks rather promising. I remain hopeful. Had a search for Capote, couldn't find it. Ordered it - should be here in a couple of weeks. Some credit on the card still remaining, something like £5? Unsure what to spend the rest on. No country for old men comes to mind, but I've half a mind to read Mccarthy's original novel first.

Thirteen hours sleep.

Yeah, that's how long I slept. Don't feel particularly refreshed, but that's not anything new. At least there's at least some of the day left, however. My latest subscription to the believer magazine came today. For those who don't know what it is, it's an American literary magazine, part of McSweeney's. It publishes latest reviews of indie film, books, independent articles etc. This edition has a free DVD on the front, which is something I haven't seen on any magazine in many a year. Apparently it has 'Beautiful, funny and rare short films from the Yugoslavian Black Wave'. It also has an article on Vérité sheep. I wasn't aware that sheep could direct! A shame it's not sold in Britain, but it's worth importing.

Got to read Waiting for Godot today. Much coffee required.

Sleep deprivation.

Well the 'funny side' hit me this morning finally. Might have been the sleep deprivation, though. At any rate, I found myself giggling at the absurdity of it all. Unfortunately the place I my subconscious decided to find it all so amusing was when I was walking past the primary school. So this morning at the bright and early hour of 8:10am a pale, hollow eyed, sleep deprived ginger guy was walking past the primary school with the giggles.

I bet that looked BRILLIANT.

In other news *cough*I'mawelladjustedpersonhonest*cough*, got the final package of books I need for the rest of the year through Amazon this morning. They apparently arrived while I was making an arse of myself. Thus, tomorrow shall be spent rereading Waiting for Godot for the first time in nearly a decade.

Lectures on no sleep are, as you can imagine, interesting experiences. Managed somehow to keep awake through all of them. Post-Modernism and Slaughterhouse Five lecture was interesting. The residual excitement kept me going through the marathon that was Althusser and Ideology.